It was where Dudley had decided to poop. Right there, in Lowe’s. I had calmly put my stuff down on the grill and scooped the dog poop off the floor, into a plastic bag. I had knotted the bag and deposited it in my purse, pretending not to be embarrassed. I continued looking for my keys in the screw-and-bolt section, where I had stopped next. It was such a big store, and the keys were so small.
It was my fourth trip to Lowe’s that day. I was trying to install casters on my easels, and it was much trickier than I had anticipated. I thought back to the Facebook discussion I’d had with some neighbors a few hours earlier about why my first attempt wasn’t working. I learned that I was using the wrong type of caster. It had a machine screw, a big bolt really, and I was trying to thread it into the wood. People had suggestions. People offered to help. Nice neighbors. But I decided to finish the project myself after learning that I needed a different type of caster. Exchanging the casters had been the third trip to Lowe’s.